Here or there,
Yesterday or today,
On the mountain or in the valley,
His strength never fails.
In uprightness or in error,
In the day or in the night,
In health or in sickness,
His mercies ever remain strong.
If men were God
The air would have had a price
The sun would rise only in the West
And rivers would have concealed themselves.
Freely he gives
Equally he distributes his favour
All with distinct desire fulfilled
Companionship he gives to all.
All fingers are equal,
The same blood flows in all
All receives equal nourishment
And surely each with three partitions of nature.
The slavery of Atlantic freedom
The perfect competition so imperfect
The servitude of many to one
Surely are not his.
His generosity allocates freely,
Without prejudice of place.
If God is not a capitalist,
The devil advocates it surely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem